The Nightlife: London (Urban Fantasy Romance) (The Nightlife Series) by Travis Luedke Read Free Book Online Page A

confidence, and he had that wide, powerful jaw.  One
of those bite-your-arm-off jawlines – probably a wolf thing.
    “ Dobri vyehcher .”  Ivan offered his hand with the
greeting, but Reza just looked at him suspiciously.  Dropping his hand, he
continued, “My name is Ivan, and this is Aaron.  We need to speak with you. 
Privately.”
    Reza sipped his drink, looked Ivan up and down, and then
glanced at Aaron.  That’s when he noticed Janette slinking off the stage with a
fearful glance over her shoulder.  He instantly knew Janette must have fingered
him, because he’d never seen these two men before in his life.  The look on his
face conveyed much.  “Bitch.”
    Aaron followed Reza’s thoughts as he imagined wicked, bloody
things he would do to Janette with the six inch blade hidden at the small of
his back.
     
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Chapter 7
     
     
    Aaron couldn’t help himself.  “Just talk.  And we can pay
for information.”  The idea of Reza slicing into Janette for the trivial
information they wanted didn’t sit well with him.
    Ivan raised his eyebrow in an unspoken warning.
    “I have nothing to say to you, and I don’t want your
money.”  Reza attempted to play casual with his dismissal, but his hand was
shaking and a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face.
    “Five minutes, no more.”  Ivan lifted his heavy square jaw
and stared Reza down, not once breaking eye contact.
    “Five minutes, five hundred pounds.”
    Aaron snickered.  So much for the I don’t want your money bullshit.
    Ivan agreed with a nod.  “If you have what we need, we have
five hundred.”
    Reza smiled, but he was not happy.  “Come.”
    They followed Reza off to a side door leading into a
corridor with rooms on either side.  Aaron scanned the hallway and knew
instantly that Janette was in the room on the second door to the right.
    She was packing a suitcase and praying to God she would make
it out of there before Reza grabbed her.
    Reza tried the doorknob to Janette’s room and found it
locked.  He cursed under his breath again, “Bitch.”  He walked on down the hall
and tried the next door.  “Step in my office, gentlemen.”  He smiled smugly as
they followed him into a room with a queen size bed that reeked of cheap
perfume and desperate loneliness.
    Aaron imagined all the men who found some temporary
happiness in a place like this, paying money for a few minutes of warm flesh, and
the poor women who sold their bodies here, night after night.  The oldest
profession in the world, and yet surely the least gratifying.
    “So, what do you need to know?”  Reza got right down to it. 
He pulled six inches of shining steel blade from his belt and began flipping in
his hand intimidatingly.
    Ivan didn’t mince words.  “The American you sold a gun to. 
We need to know about him.”
    Reza pointed his knife at Ivan, then Aaron.  “What are you
fucking cops?  You come in here speaking Russian, with your little American
boyfriend.  Fuck off.”  Reza’s suspicions were confirmed, Janette had talked to
them, and he would make her pay for it.  He spat at their feet in disgust,
sheathed his knife at his back stepped towards the door.
    Aaron’s suspicions were also confirmed, Michael Jamison had
been there.  The entire encounter flitted across Reza’s mind, but he didn’t
know jack shit.  Reza sold Mike a gun, way overpriced, and that was it.  He didn’t
know where Mike came from, where he was going, or anything useful.
    But wait, there was something.   “Who did he come
with?”  Aaron grabbed Reza’s sleeve and stopped him before he left the room.
    Reza turned on him, a mind to stick his knife in Aaron’s ribs. 
“I am done talking to you.  Go suck Russian cock.”
    Ivan chuckled.
    With that Aaron let Reza go.  The bastard spun away and
slipped out the door, but he had given up the last piece of information in his
mind.  Reza had watched Mike leave in a taxi.  As the cab driver opened